New York had lied to me, I needed the truth.

“Why couldn’t you sleep Maguna?” “There’s a storm. It’s loud.” He took a deep breath. Peter hated storms, always messed with his hearing. If there was one over at the tower, he’d try to play it off but it was obvious he had gotten no sleep and he’d end up passing out on the floor. “I’m sorry Maguna. What can I do to help.”“Can you tell me a story?”“Of course kiddo. Have I ever told you about a boy named Peter Parker?”She nodded. “Yeah, but I want to hear it again.”__ It's Peter Parker's birthday. He'd be 20 this year. And Steve is super nosy while Tony just wants to mourn his kid.